Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.